Shut Up, Kiss Me, Drink Rosé

Look, no-one needs a bloody reminder to drink rosé in 2017, I know. The entire population of New Jersey could probably drown in the amount of canned rosé sold to customers in NYC this summer alone. I want you to put down your phone for a second and check your fridge. Is there at least…

An “Accident” of Roussanne

It’s our first week in Paris and I’m constantly thirsty. The city has consistently kept temperatures above 85 degrees and the humidity IS NOT PLAYING. I also feel a perpetual need to walk eight miles a day and indulge in nothing but baguette and chocolate, so that could also be drying out my mouth, but…

SA Winemaker Profile: Wayne Ahrens

Have you ever stuck your hand into warm, sweaty garbage? I’m not taking about putting your hand in a trash can stuck in the sun. I’m talking about going full hog into a New York City black bag mountain in the middle of July. Have you ever felt hundreds of decomposing fruit peels and half-eaten…

On Natural Wine (with Donkey & Goat)

If you follow my Instagram (shameless plug), you know that I’m obsessed with Donkey & Goat. I’m evangelical about their wines but god knows if anyone takes my advice…quite frankly I’m pleased they haven’t, because it means more for me. Way back when I was a wine novice who just knew the varietals that grew…

Does “Vintage” Really Matter (Especially for a 20-something?)

The term “old wine” used to mean something. When someone opened up a so-called classic vintage of Bordeaux or came up from their cellars with twenty-year old Burgundy, there was a magic in the air that everyone at a table could feel. To drink a truly old wine was to take a step back into…

Live That Müller-Thurgau Life

“Müller-Thurgau” isn’t a name that inspires a lot of confidence. It sounds like the last name of a German politician or a fancy dog breed Jane Lynch might train in Best in Show. Hunty doesn’t get a lot of attention because most wine advocates in the United States are still busy hustling Müller-Thurgau’s mamma, Riesling (M-T…

Shout Out to Sancerre

It’s movie-selling time in the south of France this week, meaning that the creme de la creme (and actual festering pile of dung, Woody Allen) are all going to be sipping rosé on the beach, while we simple folk enjoy turbulent pre-summer weather and potential Zika virus infection. Très charmant! Thankfully, this means more hidden…

Finger Lakes – The Promised Land Part 1

Don’t worry – I haven’t gone sober on you all. It’s been a crazy few weeks at Ratapu HQ (aka, suburban Brooklyn) and I haven’t had a spare moment to rave about the beautiful bottles that have very briefly graced my wine shelves. Any minute I’ve not been hustling for zombie boy band westerns (yep, that’s…

Vinho Verde: Your New Sauvignon Blanc

Last year, Dan and I traveled back to the Shire to visit my parents and bask in the Kiwi sun. Unfortunately, we decided to go in the middle of New Zealand winter, keeping us off the beaches and bundled up with Milo and boil-up. As a consolation prize, my family made our first trip to…

“Will Orange Wine Kill Me?”

You thought this post was a joke, but seriously I get asked this question all the time. (By “all the time” I mean the one time I excitedly told all of my coworkers about my first Jura wine and was ostracized for the rest of the day.) Due to the prevalence of urine-colored chardonnays in…